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THE FAUNA

INTRO
Yeah, see, the thing about this game?
They don’t teach you the language in school.
They teach you numbers. They don’t teach you animals.
And kid—this whole Street? It’s a zoo.

VERSE 1 — THE CLASSICS
BULLS charge up, horns to the sky,
Buying long, riding high, asking why would I sell?
They see green like it’s the only color God made,
Position heavy, leverage paid, confidence never betrayed.
BEARS swipe down, they’re shorting your dream,
Betting it breaks, betting it bleeds,
They sold the skin ‘fore they caught the beast—
Eighteenth-century London, that’s where they were released.
Now the smart money knows: when a BULL starts to tire,
A BEAR smells blood, and the spread catches fire.
They been fighting since the Street was just dirt and desire—
Two animals, one cage, and somebody’s getting retired.


CHORUS
It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
Bulls run it up, bears bringing the trauma
Pigs get slaughtered, sheep follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma


VERSE 2 — THE HUNTERS
WOLVES run in packs, they’re moving in silence,
Jordan Belfort type—unethical science.
They find the loophole, exploit the compliance,
Market manipulation wrapped in Wall Street alliance.
SHARKS smell weakness from a mile away,
Pump-and-dump, leave your portfolio grey.
They circle the minnows, they don’t ask, they take,
Hostile tender offers—your company’s steak.
HAWKS sit above with the interest rate vision,
Tight money policy, surgical precision.
Powell goes hawkish, the market’s incision—
Every quarter point’s a life-or-death decision.
VULTURES wait patient for the corporate obituary,
Buying debt at pennies, nothing secondary.
Distressed asset kings, your loss is their commissary—
When your firm flatlines, they’re the beneficiary.

BRIDGE
But see, the most dangerous animals?
They’re not the predators.
They’re the ones who don’t know what they are.

VERSE 3 — THE PREY
SHEEP follow the herd, they don’t think, they just trail,
Last ones in, first ones to wail.
Following tips from some guy with a podcast—
When the trend reverses, guess who holds the bag last?
PIGS get greedy, they can’t walk away,
Won on the first bet, doubled down the next day.
Margin loans stacking, mortgaging plays—
“Bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get filleted.”
CHICKENS stay scared, they never commit,
Government bonds, bank deposits—that’s it.
They miss every run ‘cause they can’t take the hit,
Inflation eats their savings, bit by bit by bit.
OSTRICHES bury their heads in the sand,
Portfolio bleeding? They don’t understand.
Bad news hits, they refuse to look—
“If I don’t check the app, maybe I’m not cooked.”

CHORUS — Reprise
It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
Bulls run it up, bears bringing the trauma
Pigs get slaughtered, sheep follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma

VERSE 4 — THE SPECIALISTS
STAGS hit IPOs and they’re out ‘fore noon,
Listing gains only, pop that balloon.
They don’t believe in the company’s mission—
Just the spread between offer and first-day position.
RABBITS hop in, hop out, thirty-second positions,
Scalpers with screens and a hundred commissions.
They don’t hold nothing, their attention span’s vicious—
In and out the hole ’fore the market gets suspicious.
TURTLES aren't slow—they ride on the trend,
Richard Dennis taught 'em that the rules are your friend.
They buy on the breakout, adding to the winner,
Systematic trading eats the market for dinner.
WHALES move markets, they don’t even speak,
One order drops and the algorithms shriek.
When Blackrock buys, the whole sector peaks—
Institutional money, and you’re just the small fry they seek……

The Fauna Trader Slang Song (Stock Operator Soundtrack)

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